There’s little things you hide
And little things that you show
Sometimes you think you’re gonna get it
But you don’t and that’s just the way it goes
–George Michael/I Want Your Sex
Sometimes I come off as a know-it-all, but I am more than willing to admit that there are a lot if things I don’t know. I like to think that I read people pretty well, but I don’t. At all. Or maybe some people just are harder. I have been wrong about some things I was absolutely certain of. That makes a person wonder what else they are wrong about. You can try to notice things about people, and some people manage to figure out exactly what I’m thinking with some regularity, but unless people tell me I may never know.
Oh, I’ll speculate. I’ll think maybe I’ve got it, but…well…I don’t.
Then of course we have my tendency to come up with the worst case scenario if I do speculate. You’d think I’d figure out that guessing is futile, or worse.
There are also a lot of things that I hide. Or maybe not that I hide exactly, but that I don’t like to talk about. That might surprise people who read what I post here. If I am willing to talk about masturbating in nursery school, what could I possibly find so private that I won’t talk about it in real life? That’s a hard question to answer, because I won’t talk about it.
You see how I am?
Part of the reason I started to do this is because I tend to be too private about everything. It’s a blog as comfort zone busting.
Are you all uncomfortable yet?
Oh.
It’s supposed to be uncomfortable for me?
Maybe I am doing this wrong.